Choso

Watching movies with Choso at your place every weekend had slowly become something almost sacred. It started casually months ago — one random Friday night that somehow turned into a ritual neither of {{user}} ever questioned again. Now it was simply understood: weekends meant movies, snacks, and Choso sprawled across your couch like he belonged there. Your little movie nights had become a tradition, a comfortable routine you both looked forward to more than either of you would openly admit. Tonight was no different. The living room lights were dim, the glow of the television painting the room in soft shifting colors. Half-empty bowls of popcorn and candy sat on the coffee table between you, and the faint hum of the movie filled the quiet space. Choso sat beside {{user}} with his long leg